Reborn as the Hero’s Daughter! Time to Become the Hero Once More!

As Finia returned to where Maria was, she reported Nicoles condition, trying to calm her down.

Lady Nicole is resting now. I have changed her clothes and wiped her too, nothing else is necessary for the time being.

I see Youve been working hard. Thanks, Finia.

Not at all. My ineptitude is to blame for this from the start.

The fact that she let Nicole chase a suspicious person on her own was making her feel a sense of guilt.

At the same time, she felt unprecedented hatred towards the boy called Kufar. This was the first time in her thirty years of life that she had become aware of such a feeling. And just like her, there were others who held the same level of hatred towards him.

That bastard, hes not getting away the next time I find him!

Yeah, hes getting Third Eye punishment, no questions asked!

Michelle, we call that killing someone.

Tricia couldnt help but shudder at Michelle and Clouds display of wrath. Unlike the two who were readily spelling out the death sentence for Kufar, she was an ordinary citizen distanced from life-threatening situations.

However, there were others who agreed with the twos deadly proclamations said with innocent tones.

I understand your feelings, but Im the one whos going to kill him. Rather than that, we have to find a way to heal Nicoles eyes now.

Lyell suggested with a scratch of his head. At present Marias healing magic could not heal her eyes.

Presently, you could say Nicole is being continuously injured. Its different from healing an already present wound.

At Cortinas words, Maria started to ponder while pinching her jaw.

So it means we are dealing with something thats not a normal Slime. And since this parasitizing fragment has no core, its hard to bring it down. Unless we take it out, her eyes cant be healed.

Maybe Maxwells magic would be able to do something?

That would be hard. That old man is bad at fine-tuning his spells.

Blowing away the coreless Slime should be possible with someone as proficient in magic as him. But the Slime in question was small fragments that had made the eyeballs their nest.

Landing a precise attack on a tiny fragment without damaging the surroundings would be called a superhuman level.

If even that old man cant do it

Realizing what that meant, the room fell into silence. As the despair started to show its face, the door was forcefully bashed open.

And thats when you rely on THE GOD!

Entering inside was a young girl in white. Behind her was a tall man in his prime. He ruthlessly chopped the gung-ho girl in the back of her head, and spoke in a calm tone.

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Like that would serve as an explanation. Anyway, we heard the situation and came. Thought we could be of help.

Lyell recognized the mans face. He was the blacksmith that was in charge of Nicoles equipment three years ago. He remembered hearing he was Maxwells acquaintance.

You are Aste, right?

Yeah, well, something like that.

Something like that? Wait, more importantly, can you do something?!

Lyell grabbed AsteHasturs shoulders with his strong hands. It was forceful enough it seemed as if he would grab his collar and pull him in.

Thats not my area of expertise. Its this ones role.

He said and put his hand on the girls head in front. The white girl puffed her chest in excitement with hands on her hips.

Leave it to me. A mere Slime wounding my dependent would affect my name as a god!

Saying that, she barged into the room Nicole was sleeping at.

Maria and Dr. Tricia hurriedly followed after her. Despite all the noise, Nicole showed no signs of waking up. It appeared that she had fainted again after Finia had left. The white girl stood next to Nicole and asked about the condition without looking back.

Whats the situation?

Huh? Umm, there is a slime without a core parasitizing her eyeballs so we cant cast healing magic. It would start eating the recovered parts.

Being asked, Dr. Tricia explained in confusion, and Maria followed up. Hearing it, the white girl peered into Nicoles face with deep interest. She removed the bandage over her eyes, exposing the hideously burned scars.

Oho. So its this, huh.

She muttered quietly and snapped her fingers a little. Based on the small light around her fingers, she might have used some spell. Then, she twirled around and started to push Maria and Tricia out of the room.

Okay, from this point on, youll get in the way of my secret healing, so please get out!

Huh, w-wait! Im a healing magic specialist so

That doesnt matter!

She tried to push everyone out but it was impossible with her tiny body. Instead, it was Hastur who moved everyone outside the room.

After that, the God of Destruction bit her own fingertip and dripped a droplet of her blood on her scar. The droplet that fell on the still-unconscious Nicoles eyes, permeated the scar as if being sucked into it.

I exterminated the Slime fragments with the earlier Disintegrate spell, but just in case.

The God of Destruction and Nicole were linked both by blood and spirit. So by taking her blood, God of Destruction had her regenerate and reconstruct her eyeballs using her own immortality.

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Had she been of a different bloodline, most likely a rejection would have occurred.

But is this fine?

Hastur, the only other remaining person in the room, asked anxiously. The God of Destruction replied full of confidence.

Of course. But maybe shell inherit my charm power or something?

Now that would be a curse. Youre beyond help.

Only a bit of it though. It shouldnt be strong enough to destroy peoples sense of reasoning.

Then, lets add one more just in case.

Saying that, Hastur took out an eyepatch from his pocket and etched a spell into it.

This should manage to suppress its power.

But why an eyepatch? Wouldnt glasses like mine have done the job? Besides, why do you carry an eye patch on you?

Its my hobby.

God of Wind Hastur. By interacting with youngsters, his illness from when he was around fourteen years old had shown its face again.

In truth, even Hastur wouldve easily been able to land a pinpoint attack on the slime Rather, his control is even more precise.

But, it seems that he decided to let his wife have the credit for it this time.